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jyn ✧ (ง •̀_•́)ง ✧ erso ([personal profile] realists) wrote in [community profile] ohnofeelstho2018-12-08 12:59 am
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come away little lamb come away to the slaughter.

[personal profile] evasives 2020-06-17 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
It's been over five years now since Cassian won his Games, five long years of parading around the Capitol with only nightmares and a dead family to show for it. Victor's Village in District 11 is so far from his home, his first home, but it's not like there's anything left of it worth seeing. He spends most of his days holed up in his big, stupid house, finding new ways to cook the food he once thought would never be plentiful. They haul him out of the aforementioned house for a photo op with the latest girl to join the ranks of Victor, but if he's honest, Cassian doesn't quite remember how she won. He vaguely recalls a bloody victory, without too many overall kills.

He prefers to forget watching any of the Games.

They dress him appropriately, shave his beard down to a dull shadow, sweep his hair to the side like the Capitol loves to see. He's all smiles and easy chatter with the prep team, pretending it doesn't feel like he's being escorted by armed guard towards the Hall of Justice where he just... has to wait. Being a Victor means a lot of waiting even when they can't threaten you with much anymore.

He should really try to remember what Jyn did to win, in case they try to throw a conversation about it. She's from Seven. Would it be rude to assume there was an ax involved? He finally catches his first glimpse of her across the room, light like himself but pale as though she's made of snow. He doesn't work the fields anymore, but he's still darker than her, and he's not darker than many people here.

Even from afar she looks so angry, almost grumpy, and he wonders if he should warn her. He hates every single thing about it, but at least he knows how to play this game too.
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[personal profile] evasives 2020-06-17 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
He barely remembers what they dressed him in on his own Tour. Lots of pale hues to callback to the ice and snow, occasionally accentuated by pops of color that would remind him specifically of the tributes from each district he killed. Red for the career allies he slaughtered without warning. Drowning the boy from Five in the ice lake. The chunk of ice he jabbed into the neck of the girl from Six to claim his victory, his white uniform stained with her blood. His arena was the coldest place he'd ever been, but fortunately he'd been gifted with a coat and other useful items. And unfortunately, because he knew exactly why.

Cassian was barely fourteen years old when he got reaped, and nobody expected him to come home. Eleven isn't exactly bursting with winners. But he took advantage of his smaller stature compared to the tall, broad careers, smiled at all the right people, and the audience assistance helped him get through it. He just didn't know what that might mean after the fact, that his refusal to be sold like a commodity as payback for the gifts would get his family killed. He's been alone for over four years; his father was first, in a "farming accident" after he returned from his Tour, and his mother's "suicide in grief" followed two months later.

He has a cat now though.

Jyn flinches at the comment, but Cassian barely registers the disparaging remarks about Eleven anymore. They just build up instead in the checklist of reasons he hates the Capitol and anyone from there. "It is not the worst thing I have heard about my District."

Her trauma is still so utterly visible in her bristling anger, and the way they've pulled back her hair only highlights it. Is that the point? Do they want her angry? Cassian stands too still beside her, a very purposeful stance he often takes in public matters.
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[personal profile] evasives 2020-06-18 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
He doesn't apologize for startling her, he doesn't think she'd care or accept it. Besides, she's probably skittish. Everyone is, forever really, but especially so in those first few months. It would be so much easier if any of them could actually... talk to one another, but Cassian supposes that's part of the point to it all. There can't be glory in being a Victor if they're all moping together.

He watches her hair fall from the ponytail, allows himself a moment to picture her stylist's frustration.

"They are always loud," he offers, just as quietly, though out of alertness to eavesdroppers more than a rasp. He recognizes that. They all recognize that. Jyn will come to hear it in the other Victors too, but he supposes now isn't the time to talk about it. He never knows what they're supposed to talk about in these moments to begin with, since the Capitol hates its Victors talking.

"You will learn to tune them out, to an extent."
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[personal profile] evasives 2020-06-18 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
He didn't learn to tune that out so much as... redirect. If he can give his team a subtle nudge, make it think it was their own plan. Sometimes it works, sometimes the Capitol or the stylists have their own plan too locked in. He wishes very much they could talk about this freely.

"Albina," he says with the utmost sweetness when she flies over to them in a panic, the tone remarkably different from how he'd spoken to Jyn seconds ago. "Don't you think her hair would look nice swept to the side? Here." He gestures on his own forehead rather than reaching into Jyn's space, touching to the far right near his temple, the opposite of his own side part.

She tuts. "I hope you didn't pull her hair out, Cassian Andor. I worked hard on that ponytail!"

Pulled plenty hard, he's sure. He's all smiles, the kind that don't quite reach his eyes. Before he can reply his own stylist swoops in, like she needs to double check he hasn't ruined anything on himself either upon hearing the commotion. She chides him under her breath, tugging and readjusting the artful swoop of his hair. When she steps back, it doesn't look the least bit different, already pressed and sprayed and gelled into the chosen style of the day. He's not even sure he'll be able to wash all of it out after one shower.
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[personal profile] evasives 2020-06-18 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
Cassian has not had a real friend is as many years as he's been a Victor, no matter how many times they shove him off and tell him to make nice. It's hard to make a friend, when that person is going to be whisked away too soon, when you're barely allowed to interact with the people who would understand you outside those in your own District. And if those numbers are small? Tough shit.

Sabina gives one last tug on Cassian's jacket. "A few more minutes," she says, which isn't very helpful, because in all these years of being with Sabina, 'a few more minutes' has become something of a catchphrase, a sign she either doesn't know or isn't going to answer. Her hair changes every time he sees her, different colors and lengths, like her head exists only in experimentation. It's blue today.

He looks back over at Jyn. He supposes they match, in a distant way. Really he was just hoping to make her head a little more comfortable instead of the razor tight ponytail.

"I have figured out Sabina's general preferences for my style," he says after a few long, quiet moments. His tone is back to what it was before, no airy charm. "It is easier to give comfortable suggestions if they lean into what is already being considered."

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[personal profile] evasives 2020-06-19 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
His tributes are already dead. The first one didn't make it past the bloodbath, the second lost her life today. He's already nursing his own drink by the time Jyn comes over, and he hadn't missed her approach; hyper-vigilance is his constant existence.

A small part he does not take for granted is even though their stylists attack them daily in the Capitol, they're not meant to be flashy, they're not meant to take attention away from the current Tributes. It means there's only small splashes of gel to keep his hair artfully in place.

He's heard rumors of what happened to her family in Seven, but it's always just rumors, and it's always dangerous to talk about. He doesn't answer her at first, taking another sip of his drink while he just watches her flopped over on the couch.

"No."

He never hated her, not really. He's angry all the time and it had cut right through him to hear about her father, but it's not like she personally put him through the experience. He doesn't hate her, specifically, but their very brief encounter back in his District had still been charged.
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[personal profile] evasives 2020-06-19 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
It's hard not to assume everyone hates you. Cassian was pressed for a while after their first meeting, couldn't stop thinking about her in relation to her father, in relation to the Games. But his bitterness moves in shifts.

Right now he doesn't feel much of anything, because he's trying to smother it after Lily's death.

"There is nothing to be done about it."

He'd tried and failed, the same story since he won. None of the families ever blame him for not bringing their children home, but it doesn't stop the guilt. He thought Lily might have had a shot. So much for that.

"Maybe Seven will be lucky again this year."
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[personal profile] evasives 2020-06-20 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
Very rarely to the sponsors give a shit about the poorer Districts. The year before Jyn, the boy from 12 won, mostly by happenstance, and it was a bit of a shock. It had led to some of them daring to invest in 11 and 12, but then Jyn won, so this year seems like it's back to normal.

"You will have more clout this year than you will next year."

They love to hype up the previous year's victor, making comparisons, wondering if the new tributes will compare. It's the same speech every time at its core. There's no real victory in being a Victor except being alive, and sometimes Cassian wonders if even that is worth it.

Jyn, however, is already very drunk, and Cassian is not surprised. The only thing he wonders is if this is her first time heavily imbibed or if she'd already fallen under in the months prior. The Avox hovers but leaves them to it.

"Watch your hand." Is she sober enough not to slice open her fingers?? Maybe he should ask the Avox to intervene, but Cassian hates asking them for anything.
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[personal profile] evasives 2020-06-20 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
He didn't say it was the most useful clout, but it's still existing clout. It may not mean too much either if they've all already chosen their favorites.

Distracted, she cuts open her hand just as she proclaims she won't, and Cassian moves instantly, taking a napkin from the table with him and pressing it against her hand. It's hardly the bloodiest she's ever been, not even the worst he personally has drawn, but Cassian has seen enough of it for today.

"Okay, no more." He looks up to the avox, apologetically. "Can you get me some bandages, please?"

While she scurries off, Cassian drops to his knees beside Jyn. He lowers his voice, low enough for hopefully only Jyn to hear and no secret microphones. "I don't like to make them do things either, but we do not have the means to pick up all the shards."

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i owe you nothing; that's all i've got for you.

[personal profile] evasives 2020-06-23 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Cassian's first trip to the Capitol was seven years ago for the 58th Hunger Games, and he has come back every year since. It becomes a dull sort of agony, but it's just as exhausting every time. The fanfare, the excitement, the absolute disgust in his eyes that goes unnoticed because of his smile. He was lucky. He was ruthless. He was the first winner for his District in a long while, and no one has followed him since, no matter how hard he tries, no matter how many hideous citizens he flirts with, no matter how many gifts he finagles them into sending. He just keeps watching his tributes die year after year, and then he spends the rest of the time trying to ignore the guilt that crushes his chest knowing he couldn't help bring those kids home. He's not an alcoholic like some of the other Victors, but it's much easier to drink away the rest of the Games when he no longer has to pay attention.

The common area is stocked full of food and drink, and even though he just watched his last tribute die, it would be rude to duck out immediately after, so he piles his plate with candies and fills his glass to the brim. Some Capitol people offer him condolences, but it's more a message of tough luck this year rather than sympathy for a dead child. He downs half of it before he even finds a chair, refilling it before he finally settles in. Some of the other Victors shoot him actual sympathetic looks, but the only other person he mildly gets along with is Kay, currently running amok with his turn to play mentor, so he's not sure he cares much talking to anyone. District Two always has options. He's lucky if he gets a whole day with Kay before they all get shipped back to their Districts.

Happy Hunger Games, he thinks bitterly, swallowing up another huge portion of his drink. He doesn't even know what it is, but at least it doesn't taste terrible. It's a little fruity, which makes him think of home, and then he's back at angry square one all over again.

He's just so fucking tired, all the time, but especially this time of year. He sits down on a couch tucked in the corner, hoping to stay out of sight until enough time passes for him to go finish drinking in his quarters.
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[personal profile] evasives 2020-06-25 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
He doesn't miss her coming, but Cassian sort of watches it in slow motion, like he can't quite grasp that Jyn is approaching him. Their prior interactions have never ended particularly well, but here she is, sitting beside him and offering him a cheese puff.

His brain is just foggy enough that he doesn't question the cheese puff, only reaching out to take it and take a bite. He shouldn't get to eat when so many people in his District go hungry and send their children to die, because he keeps failing at helping them. He crunches down and shoves the whole thing in his mouth far more aggressively than is needed for a puffy snack.

"Your favorite?"
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[personal profile] evasives 2020-06-25 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
He may have bitten into it hard, but he savors the taste and chews it more slowly. "I had not had any until I came here."

To the Capitol. There's a lot of food he hadn't tried until he was fourteen years old, despite a good portion of it growing in his District. He guiltily enjoys everything he eats while he's here, wondering if someone he knows (knew?) helped bring it to the table. How much of the food at all his Victory feasts had been part of his own harvest? He wondered that a lot, every time he bit into some fruit laced in dips or spices.

"We do not have many animals in Eleven. Nothing that cannot be used to help in the farms and orchards. We never had pets." A beat, where he washes down the snack with another sip of his drink. "Now I do."
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[personal profile] evasives 2020-06-27 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
"A cat. She comes and goes."

She showed up one day at his door, begging for scraps. Cassian had tossed her a piece of cheese and that was it. He had a cat friend. He was hesitant to name her, simply because he seems to lose everything and everyone. This friend couldn't talk but it still felt like a risk to show attachment in something as simple as a name.

"You have your own," he states, even though he doesn't fight her. What he does instead is reach out to take hers. Since they're sharing at all.

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